All language subtitles for NCIS.Origins.S02E11.1080p.10bit.WEBRip.6CH.x265.HEVC-PSA

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OLDER GIBBS:
Some things you think
are buried deep...

...until they rise
to the surface.

Hmm. Looks like he was
in the water a while.

RANDY:
Lieutenant Junior Grade
Eric Reed.

Assistant supply officer
on the USNS Endeavor Bay.

He was reported missing
this morning.

Ship was still at sea?

No, they came into port
last night.

Body was discovered
later this morning

caught in the fender lines.

Crew untangled the body,

-moved it here.
-(man laughing)

-GIBBS: Who's that?
-Oh.

Vera had him come by.
He's with the Panama office.

They're working a case

she thought could be connected
to this.

You know how she's, uh,

spearheading that
intra-agency thing?

(fading, echoing): Trying to get
all the different NIS offices

to have better communication?

(clearly): Anyway,
his name is Dwayne Pride.

OLDER GIBBS:
I hadn't seen that face
in 11 years.

But after what happened,

it was a face I'd never forget.

(lively chatter)

(jazz trio plays
"Feeling Alright")

To your mom.

Yeah.

(grunts softly)

Miss her so damn much.

Couple more, Benny.

It's Bobby, Dad.
Remember?

Let's call it.
I ship out at 0500 tomorrow.

-No, I'm...
-It's my wedding anniversary.

And I'd like one more.

Your mom

-loved New Orleans.
-I know, Dad.

-You said.
-Before you were born,

we'd come down here
at least once a year.

Hey, fellas, how about playing

-"I'll Be Seeing You"?
-Dad, come on.

Come on, what?

It was your mom's favorite song,
and I'd like to hear it.

-Mmm. Benny?
-Uh, no, he's good.

Now, you quit being a killjoy.

(laughs)
Hey! Hey.

-Dad.
-Hey, buddy.

Hey, you hear me? Hey, uh...

Hey, you guys know, uh,
"I'll Be Seeing You"?

Sorry, brother.
We don't take requests.

JACKSON:
Wow. This is
my anniversary, see,

and my wife's dead. Um...

(music continuing in distance)

-(people shouting)
-(clattering, glass breaking)

(men grunting)

Hey!

Stay down if you know
what's good for you.

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

-(groaning)
-You all right?

Dwayne Pride, Jefferson Parish
Sheriff's Deputy.

You guys go around
punching old men?

He was just asking for a song.

I didn't want this escalating
to where I'd have to cuff him.

If he's your dad, you need
to get your family in check.

Don't talk about my family.

Y'all are cut
from the same cloth, huh?

(grunts)

Aw, great.

(groaning)

JACKSON:
Ow.

What the heck are
they tossing you out for?

-He hit you.

(both grunting, groaning)

You okay?

-Piano player's a prick.
-Yeah.

(both groan)

-(sighs)
-(exhales)

-(music playing inside)
-(lively chatter)

* *

Son of a bitch.

RANDY:
You know him?

Yeah.

Special Agent Dwayne Pride.

This is Leroy Gibbs,

but you two
know each other already,

-right?
-No, I don't think so.

I never forget a face.

You know,

back when I was a deputy
down in New Orleans...

...I saw a robber fleeing
a liquor store.

Two years later to the day,
I see him sitting

across the field from me
at a Saints game,

and I arrested him on the spot.

Saints took it 48-42, overtime.
(laughs)

-This poor bastard, huh?
-RANDY: No kidding...

OLDER GIBBS:
Anger's a funny thing.

You tell yourself
you've moved past it.

But it's like a riptide.

Looks calm on the surface

till it drags you under.

* *

CHAN: Here you go. That's him.

When did you realize
Lieutenant JG Reed was missing?

At roll call after we got
into port. He didn't show.

We initiated a search of the
ship, but found no sign of him.

We were worried
he might have fallen overboard,

so we called in the Coast Guard,
but their search came up empty.

When's the last time
y'all had eyes on him?

-Chow, last night.
-LALA: Did the lieutenant

have problems with anybody
on the ship?

Not that I know of.
Kept to himself.

-He was pretty well liked.
-How many on board?

Twelve Navy, 43 civilians.

Gonna need
to talk to all of 'em.

-What?
-Well, most the crew's

on liberty.

Not due back until tomorrow.

You got a dead sailor,

and you sent the crew
on their merry way?

We didn't even know
he was missing

till most of 'em
were already gone.

Find them. Get them back here.

We need a statement from every
person that was on this ship.

Oh, hey, guys. Quick update for
you before you get down there.

So that guy Pride
who just showed up here?

Gibbs took one look at him
and literally said,

"Son of a bitch."

Not to him, but, like,
about him, under his breath.

Yeah, clearly,
there's some bad blood there.

But Pride has no idea

'cause he doesn't even remember
meeting Gibbs,

even though
he never forgets a face.

Got an update
on the case, Rando?

Not really. How about you guys?

Reed didn't have any enemies.

We don't know
if someone pushed him

or if he fell overboard
accidentally.

Got blood here.

It's right here
on the side of his head.

Looks like there's
something in his pocket.

You mind if I take a look?

-Here, let me.
-Yeah, sure. Get in there.

You're Dan McLane's guy,
ain't you?

Sure am.

I saw him give a speech once
at FLETC.

Hell of a speech.

Yeah, sounds like him.

Got a bunch of papers in here.

Looks like pages
from a cargo manifest.

-Water got to 'em good.
-FRANKS: Can you read 'em?

Well, you can just make out
this bit here.

Looks like TCN numbers.

Every pallet of cargo
on the ship has one.

Cargo manifests
are 40 or 50 pages.

Why's he only got
a couple of sheets?

Well, it feels like the kind of
question needs answering.

Yeah, that's why she asked it.

Probie, what are you doing
just standing there?

Get this thing bagged,
get it to Woody.

Giddyup.

There you go.

You know, that cargo manifest
is interesting,

'cause me and my boss--
we've been working a case

the past few months.

Smuggling ring out of Panama.

Some bad seeds are moving
stolen military hardware

through some Navy cargo routes.

RANDY: Is that why
Vera brought you out here?

Strickland? Yeah, she checks in
from time to time,

looking for info
to link with your office.

She's real good
with the linking.

LALA: So you think this guy
ties into your smuggling ring?

Well, it depends how he died.

TANGO:
Well...

not gonna be much debate there.

This blow to the back
of the skull was no accident.

Someone smashed in his head
and tossed him overboard.

Mary Jo, where is everyone?

Conference room.

Vera's up there leading
an information office exchange

between us
and the two Panama guys.

What, there's two of 'em now?

Yeah, one of them's
very charming.

His name's Dwayne.

Isn't that a great name?
Did you meet him?

Who's the other guy?

You know, I am so proud of Vera.

She had this idea to bring all
of the NIS offices together,

and now she's up there doing it.

Oh, by the way, have you seen
Dalton Basement's letter opener?

He's called me ten times today
asking me if I've seen it.

Heads up. Incoming.

Don't ask me what's in it.

I just took a bunch of stuff
from the fridge

and put it in a tortilla.

We got to get up there
or Vera's gonna get pissed.

I told her we had zero time
to eat, but she didn't care.

Who's the other guy with Pride?

Hey, did Randy tell you

he's doing that
stand-up comedy class?

Yeah.
Yeah, he's gonna practice on us

tomorrow night
at Daly's, right?

Yeah. He wants you
to bring Diane.

He didn't want
to ask you himself

because he doesn't want you
to feel obligated to bring her.

But he'll get too nervous
if Junie is there,

and he needs a female opinion
on his set.

-You're going, aren't you?
-Yeah.

But he said
I'm not a normal female.

I took it as a compliment.

Who's this other guy
from Panama?

Pride's boss.
Name's Dan McLane.

He's the one who Franks heard
give that speech at FLETC.

Franks thinks he's really cool.

I've never seen Franks think
anybody is cool

-besides himself.
-Mm-hmm.

McLANE:
Melvin, listen, don't worry
about the suspenders.

You got
to take the safety off first.

-Take the safety off!
-You're late.

PRIDE:
Tell-tell him how

we ended up back
in New Orleans, then.

-Oh. New Orleans.
-New Orleans.

-I got to hear about this.
-McLANE: Okay.

Franks thinks
these guys are cool.

Both of them?
He thinks Pride's cool too?

Well, he thinks McLane is cool,
so, Pride by association.

Yeah, well...

Okay, gentlemen,
let's get started.

I bet y'all had a neck
full of beads and everything.

Did that, brother.

(laughs loudly)
Oh, Franks!

Shut the hell up.
I'm talking.

-Ooh.
-Okay, so,

the memo in front of you details
the combined information

we learned
from the ship this morning,

along with what Pride and McLane
dug up in Panama.

So, as you can see...

Yeah, this case we've been
working the last few months.

They move stolen
military hardware

-through naval cargo routes.
-PRIDE: Yeah.

I told 'em. See,
it's right here in the memo.

Well, then, how about
you quit griping

and expand on that, probie?

Well, I inspected the ship
from top to bottom.

All the cargo was accounted for,

and there was no indication of
any naughty stuff on the ship.

So you were wrong
about the cargo manifest

in Reed's pocket
meaning something?

"Wrong" is a harsh word
this early on, don't you think?

I was just asking a question.

PRIDE:
Yeah, I know.

And I was just leaning in

to find out what you're eating.

So it's possible
that our dead sailor has nothing

to do
with your smuggling ring, then.

What are you being so callous
for in front of company, probie?

The victim had a name.

Lieutenant Junior Grade
Eric Reed.

VERA:
Okay, so,
lot of weird energy here

for reasons
I don't give a crap about.

What is the information
we can share?

Randy's at Forensics.

The manifest
was pretty waterlogged,

but they're seeing if they can
pull anything off it.

-There you go, Lala. Good.
-Excuse me a minute.

I'll just be back in two shakes,
and I'll be done

reading this helpful memo
by the time I get back.

Okay, great.

Vera, what else you got for us?
McLane ain't got all day.

VERA:
Okay, so,
if you look at section B,

you'll see
that I have been communicating

with an agent
from the L.A. office.

He's a numbers expert, auditing.

Think it's a good idea to
bring him in on this, you know?

Follow the missing cargo.

Roy,
where the hell are you going?

I'll be right back.
I'll read this.

You need to have a talk
with Roy about his manners.

Mm-hmm.

PRIDE:
All right.

GIBBS:
Pride.

Vera's running a meeting
up there.

You walk out,
it's disrespectful.

Well, she didn't seem
to have a problem with it.

You got something else on your
mind, though, let's have it.

Did y'all put mayo on yours
or some of this steak sauce?

11 years ago, New Orleans.

Okay, there it is.

Clancy's Bar.

You were looking sharp
in your Marine uniform.

I told you,
I never forget a face.

What you did to my dad.

You're gonna walk around
and pretend it didn't happen?

I never said it didn't happen.

I was just trying
to save you the shame

of having to rehash it.

Plus I thought we were past it.

I know I am.

You know, life is a lot simpler

if you just go with the flow.

You sucker punched my father,

and you got him thrown out
of the bar for no reason.

You humiliated him.

I punched him 'cause he took
a swing at me first.

I threw him out 'cause
he coldcocked my bass player

and was about
to start wailing on the sax guy.

-No, that's not true.
-Yeah, okay.

This steak sauce--
pretty damn good.

Okay. What about noodles?

I mean, I don't find noodles
inherently funny,

but I'm sure in the hands
of a skilled comedian,

they could be mined for humor.

Ooh, what about something
with science?

What are you talking
about science for?

He's figuring out his comedy set
for his practice at Daly's.

PHIL:
No, I know that, Woody,

but why are you bringing science
into it?

You know, I thought maybe
I could, like, like,

like, "What's shaking?"

Like... "I'm Sir Isaac Newton.

"Getting knocked on my ass

by a frickin' apple.
Like, what?"

(laughs)

Science isn't funny, Randolf.

-Mm.
-Okay? Look around you.

Do you see anything in here
that makes you want to laugh?

Nope.

WOODY:
Sorry.

He's very protective
of Sir Isaac in particular.

Oh. N-Noted.

PHIL:
I ran the waterlogged pages

through the lyophilizer
to stabilize the fibers

and, uh, shot them
with infrared film.

And I actually ran
the lyophilizer,

but I'm not gonna call him out
on that

because you seem
to have really triggered him.

The last time
he was this pissed,

two people ended up in the ER.

What are you whispering about,
Woody?

Nothing.

WOODY:
These are all
Transport Control Numbers,

one for each pallet of cargo
loaded on the ship.

PHIL:
Yeah, when we checked
the ship's official manifest,

the pallets
that are circled weren't on it.

-Someone made a fake manifest?
-Yeah.

And basically made
six pallets disappear.

Reed was the supply officer.

Maybe he figured that out,
and someone killed him

-to keep him quiet.
-Yeah.

Funny stuff, right?

Maybe put that
in your little act.

WOODY:
Okay, Phil, take a breath, man.

No one needs to get hurt here.

-He made fun
of Sir Isaac, Woody.
-Yeah.

-Sir Isaac.
-Yeah, he's dead.

-PHIL: Don't say that.
-Okay, don't yell at me, man.

-PHIL: He's a knight.
-I don't have time
for this today.

PHIL:
Some things should be
off-limits, okay?

-WOODY: That's your opinion.
-It's a fact.

WHEELER:
Could be, whoever doctored

the manifest is your killer.

What was in the missing pallets?

Vera tracked down some
audit guy from the L.A. office.

He did some digging, found out

the pallets were full
of weapons.

Yeah, automatic rifles
and grenade launchers

marked for refurbishment.

That's some serious firepower.

(group yelling nearby)

-The hell is that?
-FRANKS: Sit down, Cliff.

Our probies ain't seeing
eye to eye for some reason,

but McLane and I--
we're handling it together.

Lot of mutual respect happening
between the two of us.

Ain't that right, Mac?

You mind if I call you Mac,
like, as a nickname?

-McLANE: No, not at all.
-(laughs)

We told Gibbs and Pride

to squash
whatever's going on with them.

-WHEELER: Squash it how?
-Like men, Cliff.

McLANE:
Sir, there's a source

in Panama telling me we got
a middleman on this thing.

A group out of Long Beach

distributing military hardware
through the docks.

We ain't got a name,
just a location.

So what's the play?

IDing the seller's the only way

to shut down the ring
and recover the missing arms.

So we approach the middleman,

use him to identify the seller.

-Approach the middleman how?
-Truth is,

Cliff, we're sitting pretty
on that front.

We got a couple stallions
out there.

We just need to rein 'em in,
put 'em to work.

(applause and cheering)

-I'll take care of this.
You mind?
-All you.

(agents cheering, shouting)

Probie!

-What?
-What?

Whatever the hell's going on
between you two, figure it out.

You're going undercover.
Together.

-(laughter)
-All right, listen up, people!

McLane's gonna talk now.

I need y'all
to shut your traps and listen.

-Go ahead, Mac.
-Thanks, Mike, appreciate that.

Okay, so the op's gonna pan out
like this.

Pride and Gibbs are undercover,

posing as potential buyers
for the arms.

I've got an established cover
as an independent broker.

Nate Boudreaux.

Pleasure
to make your acquaintance.

From New Orleans
to Panama and back again,

whatever your precious
heart desires, Nate's the guy

you call to make it happen.
(laughs)

-(Lala laughs)
-Get off of my desk.

-You can sit at my desk.
-No. He... he can...

sit at Randy's.

The hell is Rando?

LALA:
Talking to a couple sailors.

He tracked them down on liberty.

Mike, you mind putting that out?

Been off nicotine six years.

My willpower's got
about a ten-foot radius.

Yeah. Yeah, sure, no problem.

I've been, been meaning
to quit anyways.

McLANE (laughs): Right.
All right, back to it.

So, we got Pride
as Nate Boudreaux.

Gibbs,
a friend in D.C. helped us out

with an expedited backstop.

You're Boudreaux's buyer
Leland Spears,

a disgruntled former Marine
with a bone to pick.

PRIDE:
That doesn't sound like

too much of a stretch, Leland.

VERA:
All right, out of my way.

I got visual aids.

So, the place where
you are going is a shipyard

called Advance Ship Repair.

Owner is a guy
named Lev Turrow.

And judging
by the size of his neck,

I would say he's pretty muscly.

I'll tap in if he wants
to arm-wrestle, then.

Actually, I won that, so...

I had you closer to the table

for a longer period of time,
my brother.

Lala.

I was paying more attention to
the joy on Randy's face.

FRANKS:
Hey. Eyes up here.

Turrow's got a clean rep.

He's a defense contractor,
does a lot of Navy work.

VERA:
Which means
he has access to the ports.

I confirmed with my audit guy

that Turrow had trucks there
yesterday.

Odds are, that's when the
missing pallets got moved in.

You go in, you get the name
of the seller, and you get out.

All right? Mike, Randolf and I
will be in the surveillance van

with ears on you at all times.

You two are walking
into a minefield.

You change your drawers,
change your attitudes,

do whatever you got to do
to get your heads right.

We roll out in an hour.

I'm gonna make me another one
of those tortilla delights.

-You want one?
-No.

Hey. I should be in the van.

Randy's out doing interviews.

Yeah. Mac thinks
you'd be a distraction.

Seriously, Mike?

I thought you and I were done
with that crap.

Dominguez, the man gave
the best speech I ever heard.

It was about living life
in the line of fire.

Told this story
about a partner he'd lost.

Had every one of us thinking
about our own ghosts.

Entire room full of men
sitting there, crying.

It ain't for me to question him.

(line ringing)

JACKSON:
You've reached
Stillwater General Store.

Leave a message,
we'll get back to you.

-(beep)
-Dad, it's me.
Pick up if you're there.

I need to ask you something

about when you came to see me
that one time in New Orleans.

I'll call you later.

Hey, have you seen
Dalton Basement's

letter opener in here?

The man won't leave me alone
about it.

Mary Jo, tell me the truth.
Did I win at arm wrestling?

Oh, I don't know, honey.
I was too busy

watching Randy cheer you both on
at once.

Oh, speaking of Randy,
I can't make his practice set,

so he was wondering
if you can bring Diane.

Hmm. Yeah, I don't know. Maybe.

You got a problem bringing Diane
to Daly's?

No. I mean, it's just
sort of our place, you know?

You're married now.

If I was you, I'd smarten up.

Look, I know Dwayne Pride
is getting under your skin,

but try
to be the bigger man, okay?

Kowalski says
you've got leadership potential.

Show us what you got, baby.

Vera needs you.

Well, what's Vera got
to do with it?

This intra-agency thing

is really important to her.

She's bringing in some agent
from the L.A. office

to consult with y'all.

Just try to make sure those guys
are supporting her on this.

Franks is so busy
kissing McLane's butt,

he wouldn't see it a mile away.

He wouldn't see what?

When you get that much
testosterone going in one place,

it's a problem.

A lady is bound
to get left for dead.

We don't have
a testosterone problem.

RANDY:
Gibbs, there you are.

One of the sailors
I tracked down said

Reed created all the
cargo manifests for the ship.

He said the only other person
who had the authority

to change one
is Lieutenant Chan.

The guy you talked to on
the ship? We bringing him in?

No, he left on liberty
yesterday,

hasn't been seen since.

We put a BOLO out.
Lala's gonna hang back

and track him down while we do
the undercover stuff.

Yeah, because McLane is
a prick-hole who thinks

I will be a distraction
in the van.

-Testosterone problem.
-Tell me about it.

-Ugh.
-Hey, have fun out there
with, uh, Pride.

Don't kill each other.

RANDY:
Oh, is Pride giving you crap

'cause he won at arm wrestling?

GIBBS:
Hmm.

You're bad.

What? You're bad.

("Feeling Alright"
by Joe Cocker playing)

* You feelin' all right? *

* Oh, no *

* I'm not feelin'
too good myself *

* Oh, no *

* Yes, are you feelin'
all right? *

* Oh, no *

* I'm not feelin'
that good myself, yeah *

* Oh, no... *

PRIDE:
Remember,

IDing the seller is
our primary objective.

I know the objective.

You always this prickly?

* And even now I sit... *

All right,
he looks a little trigger-happy.

Best to let me do the talking.

If I got something to say,
I'll say it.

PRIDE:
So you are always this prickly.

RANDY:
Wow.

Definitely one of Wheeler's
all-time dumbest ideas,

putting these two
undercover together.

I'm sensing
it wasn't Wheeler's idea.

Can I just say, I don't think
anyone in this van is dumb?

Noodles are funny. Am I right?

FRANKS:
You're embarrassing us.

So this is Lev Turrow, huh?

He's the middleman that's gonna
lead us to the seller?

Rando, shut up
and let us listen, will you?

Copy that, boss.

PRIDE:
Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Hoping to have a word
with Mr. Turrow.

He expecting you?

Well, not expecting exactly,

but we done a few deals
over the years.

Hoping to do another.

Arms out.

They're frisking them.
Sure they won't feel the wires?

No chance.
Had 'em sewn into the clothes.

This means
Turrow's probably on-site.

MAN:
They're clean. Come on.

FRANKS:
They're heading in.

We're losing eyes on 'em.

(Franks grunts)

Don't worry.
I ain't gonna light it.

(sparks crackling)

You can stop there.

They said they know you.

Says we know each other.

I don't think that's true.

Well, the truth is,

we haven't been fortunate enough
to meet face-to-face yet,

Mr. Turrow.

I'm Nate Boudreaux.

This is the man with the cash--

Leland Spears.
His dad's an oil man.

Leland here was looking
to do a little shopping.

Heard this was the place
to get connected.

TURROW:
Is that so? Who told you that?

My friend Juan Cabrero
down in Panama.

Said you were the man to see.

You can check with him.
He'll vouch for us.

Spiffy shirt, by the way.

(laughs)

What kind of stuff
you guys looking for?

He's in the market for some
heavy-duty surplus parts.

If it's portable and powerful,

you might even get
a smile out of him.

Who's running this? You or her?

You got a problem, lady?

What's your guy doing?

GIBBS:
You got some problem,

selling us the stuff
we asked for?

I don't know you.

But I do know
it seems like a stupid cop thing

to wear a gold chain

and expect me to believe
you're an arms broker.

(laughs)

You said you would handle this.

You need to take a breath
and settle down, man.

What are you gonna do
about it, huh?

You're losing it again
for no reason, Spears.

You're the one that loses it.

He's worried it's going south,

trying to sell the cover.

-You're the one that gets...
-Please. It's not like

I go around punching folks
that don't deserve it.

(grunting)

(both grunting)

Is this still part of the act?

Enough!

Get 'em apart.

(both grunting)

REGINA:
What the hell's wrong
with you two?

GIBBS:
I just want the guns.

REGINA:
What for?

I got some friends.

We don't like the way things
are going in this country.

PRIDE:
Look, you know Juan Cabrero.
I'm telling you.

Just call him up.

-He'll vouch for me.
-Yeah.

Let's hope I like what I hear.

Wait over there.

Go!

This goes bad,
it's gonna go down fast.

No time for backup.

It's taking too long
for her to make that call.

Don't worry.

My contact's solid.
He'll vouch for me.

Look, I wasn't meaning
to disrespect your daddy.

Maybe I saw a little of mine
in him.

Who knows?

Mine is a mean drunk,

a cheat and a criminal,
in case you were wondering.

I wasn't.

You gonna bring your new wife
to Randy's thing tomorrow?

I got good ears.

I'm also pretty skilled
at perceiving the unsaid.

For example, I'm perceiving
an interesting type of vibe

between you and Dominguez.

Maybe that makes you not want
to put your wife

in the same room with her.

RANDY:
Wow.

Those are
some super personal accusations

to say over the radio.

Uh, that's just Pride.
He doesn't mean any harm.

Gibbs ain't gonna sit back
and take that, though.

GIBBS:
You keep talking like that,

we're gonna have
another problem.

Tell you what.

Peace offering.

I'm gonna share with you
an age-old New Orleans secret.

It's the one thing
that makes me a good husband.

-You're married?
-Of course.

Linda and I are...

We're in it for the long haul.

Here's the secret
to making it work.

We go with the flow.

REGINA:
Nate Boudreaux.

Your guy Cabrero checks out.

Says you're a man to be trusted.

My seller agreed to a meeting.

My truck is out front.

You can follow me there.

It's a hike.

Secure the gear, boys.
We're on the move.

MARY JO:
All right, Dalton.

I'm gonna pick you up
a new letter opener.

I understand you prefer the...

Dalton, we're done
with the letter opener.

No, you stay in the basement,
you hear me?

Do not come up here
to discuss it.

VERA:
Uh, and this is

the head of everything,
Mary Jo Hayes.

(laughs)
Special Agent Felix Betts.

Uh, welcome.

How are things
up at the L.A. office?

Oh, well, I-I, I-I couldn't say
for the whole office.

I-I... You know how it goes. Um,

I just focus on the numbers.
Audits.

-That sort of thing.
-Felix thinks the same method

used to make
those six pallets disappear

has been used on other ships.

Well, no, th-that-that-that's
just a theory so far.

I still got to prove it
on paper. (laughs)

-(Vera laughs)
-Uh, listen,
it was a long drive.

I need to hit the head.

Oh, yeah.

It is down here to the right.

Okay.

(mutters)

(exhales)

Sometimes you try to picture
certain people getting laid.

And you just can't.

-(laughs)
-(laughs) Look at you.

-Hmm?
-I'm so proud of you.

Your intra-agency thing
is really working.

Yeah, you know, least
it doesn't cost anything yet,

so it can't get defunded
like my profiling program.

Hey, that wasn't on you.
You know how

Barrett is with his budget cuts.

I know. It's just, eh,

my Aunt Gloria used to say,

"One person has the power
to change things."

And she was talking about me
when she said it.

Of course she's the only one

who ever said things like that
to me.

But, still, she was super loud,

so I figured
it has to count double, right?

(laughs)
Well, I'll say it, too.

Mark my words,
this time next year,

they're gonna be promoting you
to lead your own team.

You think so?
(laughs)

-(Mary Jo laughs)
-FELIX: Ah.

Ms. Mary Jo.

(all laugh)

Uh, oh, and, uh, Vera,

I-I found this, uh,
letter opener

on top
of the paper towel dispenser.

It looks pretty upscale,
so I figured

-someone might be missing it.
-VERA: Hmm? See?

I'm telling you, he's the man
that hunts down missing crap.

Let's go, uh,
look for some missing cargo.

-Okay.
-LALA: Hey.

MPs located Lieutenant Chan.

-They're bringing him in now.
-Oh.

He's the guy you think altered
that cargo manifest?

I'm about to find out.

You want in
on this interrogation?

-Ah...
-Oh.

I'm-I'm fine to be left alone
with my papers.

Let's go break this guy.

CHAN (sighs):
I already told you what I know.

I don't get why
I had to come in.

I was on my first real leave
in months.

I'm sorry
to interrupt your vacation

with our murder investigation.

That's not what I meant.

I just don't understand
why I'm here.

VERA:
Oh, I think you do, Paul.

I think you know
exactly why you're here.

-This your signature?
-Yeah.

Signing off on cargo manifests
is part of my duties.

This is the original manifest
with Reed's signature.

VERA:
See those circles?

Those are six pallets
of weapons.

And they're missing.

Nowhere to be found on the ship

or on this manifest
you doctored.

I didn't. Someone must have
forged my signature.

LALA:
Maybe.

Or maybe you got in deep,

didn't know how to climb out.

Lieutenant,
you don't strike me as dirty.

If somebody pulled you in,
now's the time to say who.

-Or maybe you're dirty as hell.
-Mm-hmm.

VERA:
And Reed found out
what you were doing,

so you bashed in his skull
and tossed him overboard.

Yeah, Vera, that makes sense
given what we know.

We should pursue that route.

Yeah. Put his ass away
for good, right?

Oh, yeah, that would be
the outcome.

-Mm.
-Mm-hmm.

It wasn't me.
I'd never hurt anyone.

Then who was it, Paul?

That's your signature
on the altered manifest.

He had photos of my family.

He threatened to hurt them
if I didn't do what he said.

Who, Paul?

Captain Ellis.

He runs the whole operation.

When Reed found out what
he was doing, Ellis killed him.

FRANKS:
He's saying
our killer is Captain Ellis?

This guy from the ship?

He seemed like
such a sweetheart.

-And you believe him?
-LALA: Yeah,

we're on our way
to pick up Ellis now.

But unless he confesses,

we won't have anything
to hold him on.

It'd be his word against Chan's.

All right, we're about
to get an ID on the seller.

Let me know when you got Ellis.

I don't like it.

Ellis knows Gibbs and Pride.

Saw 'em at the crime scene.

I think we should pull
the plug on this

until he's in custody.

No, no, not till
they ID the seller.

We got to get 'em all.

They're heading in.

Wait here.

Glad we could make this work.

Imagine you get a nice little
commission out of it, too.

You talk too much.

Couldn't agree more.

He wants you frisked again.

Yeah, sure, go ahead.

But we're not carrying,
I promise.

See? We good?

Can we go in now?

No, it's too risky.

I'm pulling the plug on it.

It's too late. They're in.

REGINA:
Niall.

Niall, they're here.

Ship's captain.

We got to get out now.

-They're Feds!
-(gunfire)

Go! Let's go! We'll come around,
approach from the south.

Copy.

(gunfire continues)

Once them boys see us,
they're gonna unload.

-We got to...
-(gunfire)

They see us, boss.

Yeah, I'm getting that.

There's-there's got
to be another exit.

Not one we can make it to.

Not with that attitude.

GIBBS:
Franks and them are gonna be
bringing in the cavalry.

We just need to hold on.

We stay put, we're dead.

(panting)

There might be a way out
up there.

If I can create a distraction,

you think you can make it
to those stairs?

Depends on the quality
of the distraction.

Go.

(grunting)

(gunfire)

(gunfire)

-When I move, lay down fire.
-Copy.

Let's go.

(gunfire)

(gunfire continues)

Rando!

(gunfire)

(grunts)

Let's go!

NIS! Drop it!

-RANDY: Federal agents!
-Drop your weapon on the ground!

-Drop it on the ground!
-Hands! Show me your hands!
Weapon.

(groaning)

Back of the vehicle.

Go. Go!

-On me. Good? Yeah?
-Yeah, good.

We good?

(grunting)

-Federal agents!
-Drop it! Federal agents!

(yells)

(Pride groaning)

Good God, Dwayne.

PRIDE:
I'm okay.

No, I'm, uh, I'm okay.

(breathing heavily):
I already had my momentum going

when I saw you guys come in.

Couldn't-couldn't stop it.

You saying you meant to do that?

Pretty awesome.

FRANKS:
Not bad.

Yeah, not bad.

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Okay, I need you all
to scooch in a little.

Give me your best
badass investigator face.

Um, Agent Pride,
could I have a little more grin,

less grimace?

Busted up my ankle, bud.
Doing the best I can.

The hell is this?

Wheeler didn't talk to you?

Sir, what's happening in there?

Orders came down from Regional
Director Barrett himself.

They're spinning
your intra-office idea

into something
that's press-friendly.

They're calling it the Fed Five.

-What? What do you mean "five"?
-Well, Franks,

McLane, Gibbs, Pride
and Felix Betts.

They'll be the face
of this intra-office thing.

-Felix Betts?
-Mm-hmm.

I'm the one who brought him in.

And the only thing
he has done since

is find a freaking
letter opener.

I mean, why not at least Randy?
He was there, too.

I'm sorry, Strickland.
Barrett just liked these optics.

Oh, optics, my ass!

FRANKS:
We can hear you, Vera.

Then get out here
and look me in the eye

and admit what you did.

Sorry, Vera.

They didn't give us a choice.

Yeah. Like he said,
Barrett came up

with the name Fed Five
and thought it was catchy.

It ain't gonna be nothing but
a little article in the paper.

Oh, come on, Vera.

Barrett said
if we wouldn't take the picture,

he'd find five other guys
who would.

I figured you'd rather keep it
close to home at least.

Aw, hell.

You got to be kidding me.

(laughs) Lala said you were
quitting because of McLane,

but I thought she was joking.

The man gave a hell of a speech.

Grown men was crying.

Wake up, man. You're acting
like a damn bonehead.

She out here whining
about not being in the picture?

She's standing right here.

Okay. Well, then,
you're dismissed.

Hey, she ain't yours to dismiss.

Whatever you say.

Speech wasn't that good.

-FRANKS: Dominguez!
-Yeah?

You should have been
in the van with us.

I was jonesing for a smoke,
wasn't thinking straight.

Vera knock some sense into you?

Yeah. McLane's a prick-hole.

Yeah, roger that.

JACKSON:
I got your message, son.

I was planning to
call you back in the morning.

Yeah, I thought
maybe I'd catch you now.

What are you thinking
about New Orleans for?

That piano player
that punched you,

did you take a swing first?

(laughs)
Hell yeah, I did.

After you got tossed,

I tried to take out
the whole damn band.

(chuckling):
Yeah.

What are you asking me
about that for, anyway?

That was a lifetime ago.

Yeah, it was.

Dad, I'll call you back.

Hey, Pride.

Thanks for jumping from
the rafters to try to save me.

Try? I saved your ass, brother.

Least that's how the story's
gonna go when I tell my wife

and every Tom, Dick and Harry
in New Orleans.

Good luck with the wife.

Remember, go with the flow.

OLDER GIBBS:
Pride told me
that I made things harder

than they needed to be.

He told me that I worried too
much about what was gonna happen

instead of just living
with whatever came my way.

I wasn't really a
"go with the flow" kind of guy.

But what he said made sense.

Diane, this is Lala.

DIANE:
I feel like I know you
already from those

interrogation tapes
Leroy watched nonstop for weeks.

I promise you,
I'm not always like that.

You were incredible.

You owned that room.

I need some of that
for my new job in L.A.

Randy was telling me about that.

So you decided to take it?

No,

not officially.

They're giving me
a couple weeks to decide.

-Check, check. Checkity-check.
-(feedback)

Whoa.

(cheering)

-All right, here we go.
Let's go find some spots.
-Who's ready for some comedy?

-(crowd cheering)
-(Randy laughs)

-RANDY: Hello, Daly's!
-VERA: Hi, Randy!

Hey, no heckling.
Just kidding. Love you, Vera.

(chuckles)
So...

...noodles. Am I right?

(laughter)

Yeah, Randy!

Nobody looks cool eating them.

Immediately, we all become human

vacuum cleaners, just...
(makes sucking noise)

It's like, is that guy eating,
or is he fighting an octopus?

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